Old Mother Bun said, “You are our own dear grandson.”
Father Bun said, “Come right inside, my dear.”
The Runaway Bunny was glad to sit down by the kitchen stove and eat cookies as fast as Old Mother Bun took them out of the oven.
Now he had heard the old Rabbits wishing before he had entered the house. So he went pitter, patter, clitter, clatter, down to the cellar and brought up a great green cabbage. He put it into a chopping bowl and chopped it up for dinner.
Then he went pitter, patter, clitter, clatter, down to the cellar and brought up many other good things.
Old Mother Bun said:
“You are such a little treasure,
To keep you here will be a pleasure.”
“The Runaway Bunny winked one eye”